If Lin You were to speak for herself, the first step would be from being thrown on the ground.
At that time, she was holding the jackknife in her jaws—no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat, even if it is not very useful as a weapon, if it is not neat, it can be used for other purposes. So, before leaving Room 104 where the folklorist lived, Lin You stuffed it into her pocket.
Facts have proved that this decision is too wise.
The key chain was tied around the maid's waist with a string. When Lin You dodged her head to avoid the thorn from the long nail, she was already holding the knife in her hand, and reached down to the position she remembered at a glance.
Hook the string with two fingers, and put the blade in the middle.
—and with a knee blow, the tug was hard enough for her to sever the string in one fell swoop.
The palm is flipped, and the keychain falls into the palm exactly where it is.
If there is a fly in the ointment...
Lin You's eyes moved to the fingertips.
She didn't have much experience, she wasn't that proficient in doing it, and the knife was too sharp, so she accidentally cut a knife on her hand.
Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the bleeding stopped easily on its own.
"To be honest," Lin You said, "I was wondering what to do if none of the keys in this bunch were real."
This blood will be shed in vain.
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Geng Qinghe: "Come on, are you so abusive?"
Lin You shrugged needlessly. Anyway, this one won't work, so she changed to the next one and continued to try.
The two of them listened to the movement around them all the way, ignoring the eyes and ears of the maid who was still crawling around, and finally reached the stairs leading to the fourth floor.
At this moment, it is two o'clock in the morning, and there are still four hours before dawn at six o'clock.
As the teammates who stayed in the downstairs hall said, a wooden door blocked all the way. The door panels are thick, and the locks are still very strong. If you don't get the key, you really can't get in.
This one still doesn't work. After trying four or five keys in a row, Lin You was used to failure. She turned the key ring and inserted a new one.
The key teeth fit perfectly into the keyhole, and Lin You lifted up her spirits and turned the key very smoothly.
opened!
In the next second, the oncoming air caused the two of them to take a step back.
Lin You pinched her nose, she didn't want to go up now.
"What's this—" Geng Qinghe's expression was full of disgust, "Why is this smelling so bad?!"
If you have to describe it, it is a stench like digging a grave. Lin You never thought that she could still smell such a smell in her life. For the first time, she felt that the olfactory reality of "Box" was too much.
Standing in front of the wide open wooden door for a long time, it is right to let go of the smell.
"… okay."
Now that things are still going, Lin You slapped her hand and made a difficult decision, "Go up, maybe you'll get used to it after a while."
"Wait," she stopped Geng Qinghe who was about to step up the stairs directly, "I'll go ahead."
Although the lights on the floor they stayed on were dim, they were within the normal range. But this floor is completely different, there is almost no lighting, and the little light comes from a few small light bulbs with poor brightness hanging from the ceiling.
After her eyes got used to the darkness, the first thing Lin You saw was the wide wooden slats nailed on top of the window on the side of the corridor facing the stairs.
The wooden steps were making a "creaking" sound. She stepped on the last step and suddenly felt her feet slipping while stepping on the floor of the fourth floor.
...!
Lin You quickly supported the wall with quick eyes and hands, at least she stabilized her balance. But she also had a lot of sticky liquid on her hands, and she flung it to the side forcefully without saying a word.
"It's disgusting on the wall too..." she complained, then turned her head to tell the people behind, "Be careful, the floor is slippery."
After raising his hand to study the light of the light bulb for a long time, Lin You still couldn't figure out what the light green slime was.
She crouched down.
In the light, the part of the ground she could see seemed to be the same thing that was still on her hand. The only difference is that there are obvious traces of crawling and dragging on the ground.
"Mucus..." Geng Qinghe also looked back and forth between the two sides not far away, "It's still sticking all over the wall. It seems that the body is not small. Could it be..."
He had a flash of inspiration, "Giant slime?!"
Lin You: "..."
God damn giant slime.
Which cult worships slimes? This is not a horror game, but Dragon Quest, right
"Whether it's a slime or not," Lin You stood up, "Such a large body must be a monster, probably... a product of that so-called ritual."
After thinking about it, this is the most likely development—the Langtons held a cult ceremony for a certain purpose, but the ceremony failed. The proprietress found out that the summoned monster went crazy and wanted to burn them all.
But here comes the problem. From the moment they arrived at this hotel, they met the proprietress, the maid and the group-destruction engine folklorist. What about Langton himself who planned everything
It stands to reason that he who killed the proprietress himself should be the person she hates the most.
"Don't mention anything else."
Geng Qinghe said quietly: "Is there any water here?"
Lin You also looked at the remaining things in her hands with disgust.
This needs to be cleaned up.
The corridor was terribly dark. Fortunately, not far from the stairs was the hotel's laundry room. The faucet here has obviously not been used for a long time, and the water that flows out when it is unscrewed is red and rusty.
After leaving it for almost half a minute, the tap water finally turned clear. She washed off the mucus from her palms, and just when she stood up, she saw Geng Qinghe carrying a plastic bucket next to the washing machine and moved up to it.
Lin You: "...what are you doing?"
"Boss, look at the amount of slime here," he said solemnly, "what if it gets a little corrosive later on. It's okay, I won't spill it in my backpack."
… as long as you are happy.
Lin Youxin said that this man couldn't help but boast, while waiting for him to fetch the water, she rummaged around to see if she could pick up anything useful.
She really found a small flashlight from the cabinet above her head.
She tried to twist it, and immediately saw that it was far from the one she got from the housekeeper in the last dungeon.
The brightness was dim, and it looked like it was on the verge of no power, but it was better than nothing, Lin You turned around and asked, "Finished?"
"It's over, it's over."
Geng Qinghe immediately responded and picked up the bucket with both hands.
The setting of the backpack is still a bit black hole, as long as it is smaller than the player itself, it can be put in it. Of course, props cannot be accumulated, and one person can only bring ten.
Watching the bucket disappear after he opened his pocket, Lin You turned around and shone a flashlight into the corridor.
"Quick, I don't know how long this will last," she said, "Hurry up."
"Come and see, is this blood?"
Geng Qinghe was startled when he heard the words, and hurried over and squatted down.
Although I have almost adapted to the smell here, I don't know if it is a psychological effect when I get close to the mucus, and I always feel that the smell is stronger.
It wasn't very noticeable at first, but with the light of a flashlight, you could see a thin trace between the slime on the floor.
Red and dark, like blood dripping out.
"... It's hard to say." He struggled.
"From the stairs to that side," Lin You raised her chin, "go and have a look."
The two of them were careful to avoid the slime on the walls and the ground along the way, but fortunately they could always find a place to stay. As he walked, Geng Qinghe felt more and more something was wrong—the density of their distribution increased significantly.
"Ahead," he asked in a low voice, "isn't there a boss battle ahead?"
"possible."
... Is it too late to run now? !
Geng Qinghe wondered if he was confused when he went upstairs together, he hesitated for a moment, but still followed.
Lin You didn't care about his little entanglement, the battery of the small flashlight was completely exhausted, and she only had time to see the bloodstains stopped in front of a door.
She held her breath, and turned her head to signal the people behind to also silence—Geng Qinghe nodded her head like a rattle.
Lin You carefully pushed the door open a crack.
Inside is a small banquet hall.
The tables and chairs were all piled up in a mess, and there was a figure standing in the middle of the empty banquet hall.
The lights inside are not very bright, but the sum of several lights is much better than the corridor. She saw the intricate pattern drawn on the ground at the man's feet—like a magic circle—and the same scarlet color was stained on the man's hands.
The moment Lin You realized what it was, Lin You's pupils shrank.
is blood.
"Why don't you come in?" A man's voice sounded, and he turned around, his eyes were frighteningly bright, "Guests from afar."
It seems that they have been found long ago.
Lin You didn't hide anymore, and pushed the door open.
"You Langdon?" she asked.
The blood on the skinny man's hands was still wet, he gave a shrill laugh, and acquiesced to her question, "—it seems that you have done a lot of investigation."
Lin You glanced at his feet again.
I read it right just now, there is no shadow.
"Have you seen that woman?" Langton seemed in a good mood and didn't care about her gaze.
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Lin You: "... I have seen it."
Just saw her through the door and flushed her down the bathtub drain.
"We once had a child," Langdon, who didn't know it, recalled. "Unfortunately, it was stillborn. She wanted to revive the stillborn, so when Eugene arrived, we were all excited to see the book he brought. Incomparable."
"Sacrifice—what a wonderful word, as long as we offer sacrifices to the gods, our children can be brought back to life." A ruthless look flashed across his eyes, "Then, we held that ceremony."
"In her eyes, the ritual was a failure because such a 'monster' was awakened in our child."
Following Langton's line of sight, Lin You finally saw what was leaking from the other door.
The sticky black tentacles lay there, and there was a huge mouth on the side of the tentacles, from which green mucus dripped continuously.
... So this is what she touched
Like a true fanatic, Langton babbles about his beliefs.
"But I'm different," he said intoxicated. "When I saw it, I realized how superficial my previous purpose was—the Supreme Mother doesn't need such a belief."
"The woman came back, but I sacrificed myself to the Mother God before she did."
Lin You: "..."
It's okay for me to sacrifice myself.
Geng Qinghe was dumbfounded when he heard this, "...how could he offer sacrifices to anyone, he wouldn't say sacrifice us in the next sentence, would he?"
Langdon's sudden gaze made him shut up.
"I woke up, and I'm still standing here," Langton said, "although I'm not really alive, but this is the mother's approval of me. That's right, I'll let you die to understand—this time, just put you As a living sacrifice, there is still it, and when the first ray of sunlight shines in in the morning, and when it wakes up to perform the ceremony, I will definitely be able to communicate with the mother god."
Geng Qinghe slapped himself in the heart, he has a crow's mouth.
"'626'," Lin You reflected from his words, and muttered, "'626' means that."
Not only the twelve hours of haunting from 6 o'clock in the evening that she preconceived because of the web game, but also the countdown to survival when Langton will hold a ceremony at 6 o'clock in the morning!
In other words, it will be GAME OVER only if it is really guarding in the lobby.
"Before you, I asked Amanda to collect so much blood, but it was still not so good."
he said.
"Until one of you made up for this gap, just now, I finally completed this summoning array."
Amanda mean the maid
Lin You quickly grasped the point from his words.
So, some of the blood here belonged to Wang Yan and her boyfriend
"You just put it on?" She rolled her eyes and asked as if confirming.
Langton nodded with pride.
"..." Lin You poked Geng Qinghe with his elbow, "Give me something."
The short-term cooperation also cultivated a little tacit understanding, and the latter came to a sudden. At the same time as her hand sank, Lin You grabbed the wall of the barrel and splashed it on the bright spot without hesitation.
The water splashed everywhere, and most of the blood that hadn't dried out was dizzy by the water. The tap water was still spreading, and even the old traces were soaked.
A smile froze on Langdon's face.
"Okay," the culprit put the bucket aside in a leisurely manner and clapped his hands, "Now what else do you want to say, go ahead."